Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ponytail to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wire. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Moleskins,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Faust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Malaria!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.